Aeneid 2.506 - 2.517
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Forsitan et Priami fuerint quae fata requiras .
urbis uti captae casum convulsaque vidit
limina tectorum et medium in penetralibus hostem ,
arma diu senior desueta trementibus aevo
circumdat nequiquam umeris et inutile ferrum
cingitur , ac densos fertur moriturus in hostis .
aedibus in mediis nudoque sub aetheris axe
ingens ara fuit iuxtaque veterrima laurus
incumbens arae atque umbra complexa penatis .
hic Hecuba et natae nequiquam altaria circum ,
praecipites atra ceu tempestate columbae ,
condensae et divum amplexae simulacra sedebant .
urbis uti captae casum convulsaque vidit
limina tectorum et medium in penetralibus hostem ,
arma diu senior desueta trementibus aevo
circumdat nequiquam umeris et inutile ferrum
cingitur , ac densos fertur moriturus in hostis .
aedibus in mediis nudoque sub aetheris axe
ingens ara fuit iuxtaque veterrima laurus
incumbens arae atque umbra complexa penatis .
hic Hecuba et natae nequiquam altaria circum ,
praecipites atra ceu tempestate columbae ,
condensae et divum amplexae simulacra sedebant .
And
maybe
you
ask
,
what
was
Priam’s
fate
.
When he saw the end of the captive city , the palace doors
wrenched away , and the enemy among the inner rooms ,
the aged man clasped his long-neglected armour
on his old , trembling shoulders , and fastened on his useless sword ,
and hurried into the thick of the enemy seeking death .
In the centre of the halls , and under the sky’s naked arch ,
was a large altar , with an ancient laurel nearby , that leant
on the altar , and clothed the household gods with shade .
Here Hecuba , and her daughters , like doves driven
by a dark storm , crouched uselessly by the shrines ,
huddled together , clutching at the statues of the gods .
When he saw the end of the captive city , the palace doors
wrenched away , and the enemy among the inner rooms ,
the aged man clasped his long-neglected armour
on his old , trembling shoulders , and fastened on his useless sword ,
and hurried into the thick of the enemy seeking death .
In the centre of the halls , and under the sky’s naked arch ,
was a large altar , with an ancient laurel nearby , that leant
on the altar , and clothed the household gods with shade .
Here Hecuba , and her daughters , like doves driven
by a dark storm , crouched uselessly by the shrines ,
huddled together , clutching at the statues of the gods .